[ominous music]
-[traffic humming] -[siren wailing]
[siren continues]
[man over radio] Jane, go do your rounds. I'll come down and cover the desk.
[woman] On my way.
[phone line trilling]
[ominous music]
[man] This is Detective Wade Rollins with the Portland PD.
Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.
[phone beeps]
Detective, uh… [sniffles] This is Andrea Bowen again.
Sorry. Uh…
I know it's late, but could you call me back when you can?
I-- [shudders]
I'd really appreciate it.
[shakily] I'm just really scared, and I just…
I feel like he's still watching me.
[ominous music continues]
[shuddered breathing]
[elevator dings]
[elevator whirring and beeping]
[phone chiming]
Detective?
[man] Andrea, this is how the world ends.
[eerie piano music plays over phone]
[elevator clanks]
[sobbing] No.
[sobbing] No!
-[tense, fast-paced music] -[yelling] No!
No, no, no!
No!
Help!
-[loud clank] -[high-pitched screeching]
[groaning and sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
No! No…
-[sobbing] -[screeching continues]
[panting]
Help!
[screams]
Help! Somebody! No!
No! Help!
[screams]
-[screams] -[tense music intensifies, stops]
[screaming stops]
["New Song" by Warpaint playing]
-[music continues over speakers] -[woman] Hi, sorry.
I had a bottle of wine, but I drank it,
so I brought you this plant, which I'm now noticing is dead.
-I called you five times. -What's wrong?
Jenn, Brian's here.
I know, I'm sorry. It's just--
Originally, you weren't coming, and then Scott invited him,
and I had absolutely no idea. So…
Yeah, I could just…
tell everyone you're not feeling well, you know?
I think I need a glass of wine.
[loud music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[inaudible]
Hey, Jenn!
Hey, Scotty.
Hey, I am so sorry.
Yes, yes, he is.
-You don't have to apologize. -He does.
She told me a week ago that you weren't coming.
-It's her fault. -Okay. Stop.
You don't know what's happening, so walk away.
-Okay, that's really cute. -I love you. [chuckles]
[woman] Oh, it's Dr. Meade!
[chuckling] Hi. Dr. Meade.
Hi.
This is Jenn. As in, "The Jenn."
-Yes. I'm "The Jenn," apparently. -[Meade] Ah!
-Collin Meade. Very nice to meet you. -[woman] He's magical. Changed my life.
I got the promotion, like, a month after working with you?
And this house. You should totally go see him.
Wow.
What? Everyone needs therapy.
-That's what you say, right? -You know where the ice tongs are?
-It's by the ice bucket, Scott. -[Scott] They're not there.
Babe. Seriously, every time! I put them beside the ice thing.
It's not every time. [continues inaudibly]
[both chuckle]
Didn't know therapists could hang out with their clients.
I mean, I follow the rules 99% of the time.
Maybe 95?
[Jenn chuckles]
Um…
It was nice meeting you.
-Cheers to your new house. -My new house!
So, Brian, how's Foghorn?
What's Foghorn?
-It's a stupid name, is what it is. -No, what is it?
Uh, the guys created a new software for some big audio engineer.
I just helped write some of the code.
What about you, Jennifer?
Oh, sorry. What?
Oh, no. I was just, uh--
What do you do?
I'm just-- Um, I'm sort of in between jobs at the moment.
She's just being modest. Jenny is actually a killer software engineer.
-Impressive. -[Jenn] Mm-hmm.
-So, you two ever worked together? -Brian!
Um… Is there sesame in that?
[gasps] Oh my God! Brian, I'm so sorry.
[Brian] It's okay. It's okay.
Wow, that would've sucked if you died in our new house, dude.
[Brian chuckles]
You know what? I think I'm gonna leave this right here.
Just in case. [chuckles]
-[mouthing] You okay? -Yeah, I'm good.
[ballad playing over speakers]
-Jennifer. -Hm. Yes?
I'm headed out, but, uh, I wanted to leave you this.
-In case you're interested. -Okay.
Good night.
You too.
[crickets chirping]
Uber?
Yeah. "Viola will be here in nine minutes."
Thanks for saving my life.
Don't mention it.
Good night, Jenny.
Good night.
Jenny?
Yeah?
I have tried really hard not to bother you, but…
I think about you all the time, and I just--
I miss you.
[evocative music]
I didn't ask you to stay away because you bother me.
Yeah. I know--
Then don't say things like that.
When you say things like that, you make me sound like the bad guy,
and I'm not the bad guy. I'm--
You're not the bad guy. I'm not saying you are.
I'm just-- Oh God, what am I saying? I don't know what I'm saying.
[Jenn sighs]
Can I give you a ride home?
-I don't think that's a good id-- -[Brian] It's just a ride, Jenny.
[birds calling]
[woman] You guys had sex?
-Do you plan on getting back together? -No.
I'm stupid. Oh God, I'm the most stupid.
Oh my gosh, you're not. You're not stupid. You're just-- You're--
-You're unhappy. -Yeah, everyone's unhappy.
No. I'm happy. Scott's happy.
And for the most part, I hate to say this to you,
but Brian is happy.
What am I supposed to say to that?
[clicks tongue] I think you should see Dr. Meade.
-Who's Dr. Meade? -My therapist.
-Gina, I'll never do that. -You met him. He's tall, handsome.
-No. -Come on.
Hear me out, okay? You're isolating. You're unemployed.
Don't pretend like you're not.
And you slept with your ex-fiancé last night.
-Your life is a vortex of crap right now. -This is so much fun.
Can you just go for me, please?
-Ugh, fine. Once. -Great!
I made you an appointment for Friday.
[soft brooding music]
[button clicks]
You should've seen me when I started with him.
Oh, sorry?
I pull my hair.
OCD.
Oh.
Whatever you're here for, Dr. Meade will fix it.
Yeah.
He's waiting for you.
Oh, okay. Um, yeah.
[water sloshing]
Wow, this is cozy.
Jennifer.
[chuckles] Just feeding the little guy.
You know that having fish reduces stress and lowers blood pressure?
[Jenn] No, I didn't.
At least that's what I've heard. Who knows if it's true.
But I do find them calming.
I'm so glad you decided to come in.
And here I am!
Please.
[thumps]
[Jenn] I don't feel motivated to do anything.
Or, like, I should probably stop drinking. I should probably exercise more.
I should probably get eight hours of sleep at night.
Jennifer, um,
bad habits come from deeper issues.
There's always a root cause.
What might that be for you?
I don't know?
Was that a question?
Yes?
Tell me about you and Brian.
He's nice. He's sweet, he's funny, he's smart. It's Brian. I don't know.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales] Okay. Fine. Um…
We met in college.
We lived together. We worked together. It was like a whole thing.
[gloomy music]
I had a miscarriage.
Actually, I was six months along, so it was a stillbirth.
[gloomy music builds]
His name was Daniel.
I got to spend 33 minutes with him.
Brian and I were engaged, and, uh,
you know, we just couldn't really figure it out after that. So…
[inhales]
Do you have anything after this?
No.
Have you ever tried hypnotherapy?
[chuckles] No. No, I have not.
Why the judgment?
I'm just not a giving-away-control person,
so it's a pass.
Sure. But here's the wonderful thing about hypnotherapy. All right?
Only you can control your subconscious.
-[Jenn sighs] -So, you're in control the whole time.
And it's an excellent tool for people who have suffered…
trauma.
Worst case scenario, it'll stop you from further destroying your poor fingers.
[sighs] I don't know.
I had a mentor,
and his name was, uh, Dr. Xavier Sullivan.
He was a brilliant mind. He would say,
"Prosaic methods are reserved for the unimaginative."
"One in search of lasting results dares to open the mind."
[Jenn] Hm.
-[Meade] Jennifer? -[Jenn exhales]
What do you want?
Just wanna be happy again, you know?
Then let me help you.
I want you to concentrate on the light.
[lights droning]
[Meade] Feel the weight of your body as it melts into the couch,
muscle by muscle.
Starting at the toes,
the arches of the feet.
[droning intensifies]
[Meade] Calves. Thighs.
All the way up,
until you arrive at the top of your head.
Now,
I want you to find yourself
in a beautiful forest.
[loud droning continues]
[birds calling]
[droning stops]
[roller shades whir]
That was an hour?
It felt like three minutes.
How do you feel?
[sighs] I don't know. I don't really remember anything.
How'd I do?
I think you might be more open to suggestibility
than you imagined.
[chuckles]
[tranquil music]
-[indistinct chatter] -[elevator dings]
[phone chiming]
[Jenn] That was bizarre.
They called me right after I left. I start in two weeks.
Are you gonna do some yoga with me, or you're just gonna lie there?
This is Shavasana. It is yoga.
[sighs]
How many sessions did you have with Dr. Meade?
I don't know. Maybe, um, once a week for about three months now.
I've asked him to do hypnosis twice.
It's not fair. I wanna conquer all of my fears.
It's a compliment. You've already conquered all your fears.
Hi, have you seen me and spiders? Didn't think so.
I'm really proud of you.
[ominous music]
-[birds calling] -[wind gusting]
[whispers] You're perfect.
[light gasp]
[indistinct chatter]
[pop music playing over speakers]
[woman chuckles]
Jennifer?
-Hi. -[chuckling] Hi.
-You look fantastic as ever. -Oh, thanks. You too.
Haven't seen you in a couple of weeks. You're not, uh… you're not avoiding me?
Oh, no. I've been meaning to schedule. It's just I've been busy--
-Sure. -Oh…
I got the job.
-What? Really? -Yeah, I did.
-I had no doubt. -You didn't think I could do it?
No. I never doubted you.
[both laugh]
May I buy you a celebratory coffee?
Yeah, okay.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I did yoga with Gina, and I meditated last night.
Amazing.
It was three minutes, and I thought about my dead plants, but I did it.
-Progress. Not perfection. -You can't say that.
You're one of those people that wakes up at 5:00 a.m.
-and you're perfect at everything. -Hardly.
And one of those who hangs out with his clients but is very private.
[chuckles]
[smooth jazz playing over speakers]
All right.
I'll play.
I'm 46. Only child. [clicks tongue]
Uh, I was married once to the love of my life, Amy.
We were happy, but she died.
I'm so sorry.
What do they say?
"Wanna make God laugh, tell him your plans."
But, Jennifer, the important thing to remember
is that being a victim is a choice,
and we can let our hardships define us,
consume us, or we can accept
the extraordinary abilities that we have in this life
to create the outcome we choose.
-For ourselves. May I? -Mm.
[tense music]
[chuckling] Eyelash.
-[smooth jazz continues over speakers] -Thank you.
All right, well, enough about me. Um…
So, last we spoke, you were struggling a bit with Brian.
How's it going there?
I don't know. I have been avoiding him.
When you see Brian, uh,
is it hard for you?
Yeah.
Have you considered telling him this?
And if you did?
He may be hurt because we still care about each other a lot.
Let me suggest something, and you can take it or leave it,
but I think you'd be wise to take it. [chuckles]
Okay.
Invite Brian to your place for dinner tonight.
-No. -[Meade] Why not?
I can think of infinite reasons why not.
Trust me. You'll be on your turf. You can cook a good meal.
Tell him you got some matters you need to discuss.
I think it'd be very good for you.
But not easy. I mean, I'm not saying that. But--
But good.
'Cause, Jennifer,
you don't have to be a victim anymore.
[phone chimes]
[Brian] Hey, it's Brian. I got your message.
Yeah, uh, I'll be there.
Let me know if you want me to bring anything. See you soon.
[phone chiming]
Hello?
[whoosh]
[eerie ringing]
[clock ticking]
[eerie music]
[inhales]
[eerie music turns menacing]
[choking in the distance]
[clock ticking]
[choking continues]
[menacing music intensifies]
[choking continues]
[fast-paced clock ticking]
Hey, hey, hey! [sniffles]
Where's your pen?
Where's your--
[pen clicks]
[siren wailing]
[monitor beeping]
[Gina] Hey.
[siren wailing]
It was an accident, Jenn.
I mean, I almost killed him at our housewarming party.
You're the one who caught it.
I can't remember anything.
-You're probably just in shock. -No, I'm not in shock.
I'm serious. I--
I remember being at the store.
And then I'm at home sitting at the table.
Come on. I'm gonna-- I'm gonna take you home.
[Meade] How's Brian?
Sorry?
Brian. How is he?
He's the same.
-[Meade] How long has it been now? -Eight days.
[Meade inhales]
Do you remember anything else from that night?
Is there any way that I could be responsible
for what happened that night?
[Meade] Why do you ask?
Because I can't stop thinking about it.
The way it felt,
and the missing time.
It's like what we do here.
[Meade] Hm.
[inhales] Do you remember what I told you the first time we discussed hypnosis?
That only you have the power, control over your subconscious.
-Yeah, but-- -[Meade] Jennifer, listen to me.
We all have these wounds,
and every time we let the world run us, those wounds fester.
But that's a choice based on some preconceived notion
that the world can even run us in the first place.
It's ego.
Ego derived from fear.
You follow?
So, the work we're doing is designed to eliminate that fear,
but the moment you start to doubt our work,
fear wins.
Is that what you want?
To let fear win?
No.
So you need to trust me…
and keep doing the work.
-[soft brooding music] -[clock ticking]
[gasps]
[music crescendos]
[noise stops]
[ominous music]
[phone chimes]
Hello?
[Meade] Jennifer,
carry the fire.
[clock ticking continuously]
[coughs]
[coughing continues]
-[fast-paced clock ticking] -[ominous music crescendos]
[adventurous music]
[newswoman] This is a terrible turn of events,
as the family is reeling after losing their daughter,
and they still have no information from police.
[newsman] …and in Portland, there's an investigation
into the death of their daughter.
She'd recently taken out a restraining order on her psychiatrist.
Of course, it's been a game-changer to the entire case
as the police are now looking towards finding out further information as what…
[continues indistinctly]
[newsman 2] The study into crimes while under hypnosis
is new to the state criminal court.
There are currently board psychiatrists…
[overlapping news reports]
[mouse clicking]
[printer whirring]
[sighs] I don't know, Jenn. It's just-- I get why you'd be concerned.
I mean, it's not exactly comforting news, but I just-- I don't see it.
No, look. It says here in the article,
"Bowen told her family she was experiencing missing time."
That is what happened to me. It was after I had lunch with Dr. Meade,
where he suggested I had Brian over for dinner.
-It just feels like a big leap. -Look at the background check.
You ran a background check?
Yes. Look, the only address listed is his office.
There's no private residence, employers, or unpaid parking tickets.
The man is basically a ghost until six months ago
when someone takes out a restraining order. This is his patient,
and he is torturing her. Stalking.
Psychological abuse, emotional abuse.
Maybe she was crazy.
This woman was afraid for her life,
and then three days after she files a restraining order,
she's dead.
She had a heart attack.
What if there is something else going on?
-What if he did something to her? -Okay. This is where you lose me.
Therapists use hypnotherapy to help their patients quit smoking.
Not to hack into their brains and stop their heart.
-This is not a thing. -Yes, it-- Look, I thought that too.
In Sweden, a group of teenagers are hypnotized to deal drugs,
and they experienced blackouts.
In Germany, Zebediah Cantor is hypnotized to rob banks, and he has missing time--
Okay, I get it.
And this is from that night with Brian.
He called me, Gina.
Right before I blacked out.
Dr. Meade?
I remember everything now.
I did it on purpose, Gina.
It-- But it wasn't me. It was, it was--
But I did do it.
And then I just sat there and watched.
I didn't do anything.
I didn't get help.
I didn't even move until I came out of it.
I'm not crazy. [exhales]
So, what do we do?
[siren wailing in the distance]
Hey.
Thank you so much for meeting with us, detective, on such short notice.
-We really appreciate it. -What can I do for you?
We wanted to ask you some questions about a woman named Andrea Bowen.
Uh-huh.
Six months ago, she filed a restraining order against Collin Meade.
I know the case. What's your question?
Her family said that she died of a heart attack,
but then they wanted a broader investigation.
Did that investigation ever happen?
Why are you asking?
Because Dr. Meade is our therapist.
Something strange is happening.
Strange how?
I've been having
weird dreams.
But they don't feel like dreams.
You've been practicing hypnosis with Dr. Meade, Miss Thompson?
Huh.
Collin Meade was brought in for questioning
a week after Bowen's death.
Got us nowhere.
I wanted to keep digging.
I got a warrant, obtained his patient records.
Didn't matter.
Got shut down that day.
Told I couldn't even finish going through what we had.
Why?
Meade was also practicing hypnosis with Andrea.
It's funny. Cops using old witnesses sometimes.
Try and get them to remember things they may have seen. [clicks tongue]
If it works,
it becomes evidence in court,
but if you're a victim, claiming someone used hypnosis
with ill intent, that kinda thing, they'll laugh you out of the room.
You don't think she died of a heart attack?
Oh my God!
[detective] And then there's this.
Incoming call came from a blocked number.
-Her behavior changed when she answered. -That happened to me.
What is she doing?
You ever heard of "quiescence"?
No.
It's the body's reaction to extreme fear.
The body enters paralysis, heart rate increases,
breathing intensifies.
But if it goes on too long, you die.
Maybe, technically, she died of a heart attack,
but whatever she was seeing in the elevator is what caused it.
So, what do I think?
I think you should find yourselves a new therapist.
I'll talk to you later, okay?
Yeah.
Jenn?
He hypnotized me.
What?
When?
This week.
We talked about you, I--
It's just-- You were so worried that something happened with Brian,
and then he just--
He said he was wrong before, and then he thought that it might help me.
It's okay, it's okay.
We'll do what Det. Rollins said. We'll stay away.
We'll figure this out, okay?
Hey, Dr. Meade, it's Jennifer Thompson. We just saw each other,
but I was wondering if you had any last-minute appointments available.
Call me back when you can. Bye.
[thrilling music]
[door opens]
Jennifer. Please, come in.
-I was thrilled to get your call. -Yeah, thanks for squeezing me in.
Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about?
No. Not-- Nothing really, actually. It's just, um,
a general anxiety.
[Meade] Mm-hmm.
Brian's not awake yet, and so that's hard.
Yeah.
I thought just a bit of hypnosis might help?
Of course.
Okay.
[thrilling music continues]
[inquisitive music]
[Wade inhales]
[Wade] Lillian Dorsey.
Date of death, 11/27/2019.
-[phone line trilling] -[Wade] I'm looking for Adrienne Dorsey.
This is Detective Wade Rollins with the Portland PD.
I was hoping I could ask you some questions regarding your sister.
Date of death, June 15, 2018. Hypnosis.
Andrea Bowen. Hypnosis.
[inquisitive music fades out]
[Meade on recording] Was there something in particular
you wanted to talk about?
[Jenn] I thought just a bit of hypnosis might help?
[Meade] Of course.
[fast-forwarding]
[Meade] Jennifer?
-[Jenn] Yes? -[Meade] Are you under?
-[Jenn] Yes. -[Meade] Good.
I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell me the truth.
Why did you really come see me today?
[Jenn] To record you.
[Meade] Are you recording me now?
[Jenn] Yes.
-[Meade] And why are you recording me? -[menacing music]
[Jenn] Because I want to hear what happens during our sessions.
-[Meade] Do you not trust me? -[Jenn] No.
[Meade] Hmm.
Why not?
[Jenn] Because I know about Andrea Bowen.
[Meade] Is this why you were at the police station this morning?
[Jenn] Yes.
[Meade] You were with Gina.
I assume she knows everything you know.
-[Jenn] Yes. -[Meade] Yes.
Thank you for being honest, my love.
-[engine revs] -[tires screech]
-[Scott] Dude, what quarter is it? -[Gina] Tell him to not--
No, they are not up by seven, bro! [laughs]
-I'm serious. Hang up. -I gotta go before she kills me.
[phone chiming]
-See? -No, it's Jenn!
Tell him I told him wassup! Keep me informed. Yeah, okay, peace.
Girl, I gotta call you back. I have buyers calling any minute.
[tires screech]
-Gina. Gina, where are you? -I'm just in the car with Scott.
-[Scott] Hey, Jenny. -Where are you?
We just left the house.
Turn around and go back to the house.
-I'm coming to you. -What? Why?
Could you go back to the house? You need to go back, listen to me.
-Gina, get-- -I'm sorry, you're cutting out. I can't--
[phone chiming]
This is them. I'll call you back.
No, Gina! He knows we were at the police station. He knows!
[phone hangs up]
Gina?
Fucking shit!
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
This is Gina.
[Meade] Gina, it's Dr. Meade.
Sorry to bother you, but do you have a moment to chat?
I'm just in the car with Scott.
[Meade] Even better. Gina, this is how the world ends.
-[phone beeps] -[whoosh]
What was that?
[menacing music]
[Gina gasps]
[quietly] Get it off of me.
What?
Scott.
-[Scott] Gina. -[Gina shudders]
-Get what off? -Get it off. Please!
What? There's nothing there. Get what off?
-Get it off of me! Please! -Gina, relax. Gina!
[screaming] Get it off!
Gina, stop!
Get it off! Get it off!
-[truck horn blares] -[Scott] No!
[ominous music playing]
[inaudible]
[opera music playing on record player]
[contented sigh]
[sighs]
[music stops]
Detective Rollins. What a pleasant surprise.
Care for a scotch?
[tense music]
Gina Kaleman died in a car accident tonight.
[Meade] What?
-Her husband too. -You're kidding me.
Oh my God.
How long was she a patient?
[Meade] I don't know. Maybe…
[glass thuds against table]
…eight months?
-[Wade] What were you treating her for? -She came to me with some, uh…
[glass clinking]
…generalized anxiety initially.
[tense music continues]
[Wade] Hmm.
You ever perform hypnosis on Gina?
Yes. Uh, we performed our first session last week.
Started small, you know?
-Explored her common phobia. -Claustrophobia?
Arachnophobia.
The last claustrophobic patient I dealt with was, uh…
Well, it was Andrea Bowen, actually.
[Wade] Hmm.
You know what I always loved as a kid?
Puzzles.
[sets glass on table]
I'm sure it has something to do with why I became a detective.
Putting the pieces together, finding the patterns.
That was always the key.
Patterns.
I looked through some of your patient files today.
The ones we obtained after Andrea's death.
I got to chat with family members, and I noticed something.
A pattern.
You don't use hypnotherapy on all of your patients.
Just a few, actually.
Andrea Bowen.
Lillian Dorsey.
Mona Szohr.
They share some physical characteristics,
and they also all happen to be dead.
You ever noticed that?
That pattern?
[sniffles]
[Meade clears throat]
Gina Kaleman doesn't match your MO.
I think you had something else in mind when it came to her.
Is there something specific you wanted to talk about tonight, Wade?
[Wade sighs]
Because if not, I should be going. It's getting late.
[Wade] It's Detective Rollins.
-Thanks for the booze. -[Meade] Oh, Wade.
Hypnotherapy works wonders for insomnia.
You wanna try it? I'll give you a free session.
Thought you only took female patients.
I'll make an exception.
[tense music continues]
[door shuts]
[music fades]
[gentle knocking on door]
My phone died, or I would have called.
[gloomy music]
Um, I heard about your friend.
I just thought I could catch him saying something or doing something.
He was at the station. He's been following us.
He's smart.
Always a step ahead.
There's a reason he never hypnotized Gina until you started asking questions.
He knew you would go to her. She got in the way.
You can't blame yourself, Jenn.
And just why me?
Well, I don't know.
But not long after Andrea started asking questions,
she was dead.
He's not done with you yet, or you would be too.
I got his prints. I'm gonna run 'em, see if we're missing anything.
I should know more tomorrow.
For now,
lay low.
[door clicks open]
[Jenn] Detective.
Thank you.
Try and get some rest.
I'll call you in the morning.
[sighs]
[chair scraping]
[knocking on door]
Did you forget something?
Hello, Jennifer.
[dramatic music]
Jennifer, stop!
-[whoosh] -[music fades]
[exhales sharply]
[door clicks shut]
[inhales]
You don't need to be afraid of me. I just wanna talk.
What did I do to you to make you not trust me?
Huh?
[firmly] Think about it.
I invited you in. I listened.
Really, you should be thanking me.
I asked you what you wanted, and I'm working so hard to give you that.
[ominous music]
And Brian and Gina were just gonna get in the way of your dreams.
And now Rollins.
[Jenn breathes shakily]
Don't worry. He'll be taken care of.
Everything I'm doing is for you, Jennifer.
And I know there's been a lot of
build-up and anticipation, but…
that's just the romantic in me.
[ominous music continues]
-It's almost over. -[Jenn shudders]
[quietly] You're so close.
Hmm?
I'll see you soon, okay?
Oh, Jennifer…
-Relax. -[Jenn gasps]
[panting]
[music turns thrilling]
[continues panting]
[quietly] Pick up. Pick up.
[Wade] This is Detective Wade Rollins--
Come on, come on.
[sighs]
[woman on TV] When the police ran his prints,
they discovered his real identity. He had changed his name.
[man on TV] And who was he, really?
[woman] A killer. Wanted for murder in three states.
[distant creaking]
-[menacing music] -[TV dialogue continues]
[menacing music continues]
[hinges creak]
[male narrator] Tonight, on The Crime Files.
In the fall of 2014,
seventeen-year-old Victoria Wilson disappeared from her suburban home
in Metuchen, New Jersey,
leaving her parents and four younger siblings
heartbroken and terrified.
Three days later, her body was found in a forest 300 miles from home.
So, what happened to Victoria Wilson?
Billy Adler came home from school
to find his mom dead at the dining room table,
shot in the head.
The police ruled it a suicide. But Billy knew his mom would nev--
[woman gasps]
[screams]
[both grunting and groaning]
[Wade groans]
[both grunting]
[Wade screams]
[grunts]
[grunting and groaning continue]
[Wade grunts]
[groans]
I can't tell them I think Meade was involved.
They don't know I've been digging into this.
[monitor beeping]
I'm so sorry, Rollins.
[indistinct announcement over PA]
You read 'em?
And?
And I have an idea.
When Gina and I came to see you, you said something about
how police sometimes use hypnosis.
[Wade] Hm.
What did you mean?
A drive-by shooter speeds away from the scene.
An eyewitness saw the car but can't remember the license plate.
[clears throat] Well, maybe they do remember it.
Just not consciously.
So, we send them to a hypnotist who tries to help them recall.
And that will hold up as evidence?
-Sometimes. -What if we did that?
What if you sent me to whoever you use for that sort of thing?
And they put me under
and try to make me recall my sessions with Meade.
-It still may not be enough. -You just said--
I said, "Sometimes."
Do you know how hard it is to charge someone with murder
and get them convicted?
But he all but confessed to me that he's responsible for Brian and Gina.
-You recorded it? -He said he was coming after--
Jenn.
With everything else we have, the other victims, the pattern…
He's planning something. I know he is.
I don't know what, but the way he was talking last night--
Please.
I just wanna try.
[evocative music]
-[monitor beeping] -[oxygen hissing]
Please wake up.
[Meade] You were with Gina.
I assume she knows everything you know.
-[Jenn] Yes. -[Meade] Yes.
Well, thank you for being honest, my love.
I'll take all of your concerns into consideration.
And then he cuts it short.
Jenn.
How much do you really know about hypnotherapy?
[sniffles] Not much.
Well, it's an incredibly powerful tool.
When handled with care and integrity,
it can be a force for good.
But in the wrong hands, hypnosis can be dangerous.
What are you feeling?
[exhales deeply] I am having, um,
some trust issues with your profession right now.
Jenn, I understand that this may not be worth much,
but you can trust me.
I'm one of the good ones.
And I'm only gonna have a look around.
Just see what the subconscious retained from those sessions with Dr. Meade.
Hmm?
[deep sigh]
[doctor] Focus on the sound of the metronome,
keeping time.
And as you feel the weight of your body
sinking into the couch,
I want you to let everything go.
Let the world around you slow down.
[ticks faintly]
[metronome stops suddenly]
[doctor] Jenn, can you hear me?
[Jenn] Yes.
[doctor] Now, I want you to tell me everything you remember
from your sessions with Dr. Collin Meade.
[thunder rumbles]
[choking]
Jenn?
[choking]
Wake up, Jenn.
Jennifer!
I need you to listen to the sound of my voice
and come back to this room right now!
-[metronome stops] -[birds chirping]
[Meade] My mentor was a psychiatrist.
Dr. Xavier Sullivan.
[wind chimes tinkling]
[faint ticking in the distance]
[eerie music]
[music turns frightening]
[fast-paced ticking]
-[doctor] Wake up, Jennifer! -[Jenn screams]
[both gasp]
-[panting] -[metronome ticking]
What happened?
Dr. Graham, what happened?
[Dr. Graham panting]
[sighs]
I've never seen anything like that.
He must have planted some sort of
fail-safe or--
What's a fail-safe?
In case anybody ever tried to do what we're doing.
And I have no way of knowing
how many sustained post-hypnotic suggestions he placed.
And these can be triggered at any given moment.
[soft brooding music]
I remember something.
There was a house.
What's today's date?
It's the sixth.
-I have to go. -No, wait.
There's one more thing I could try.
Look, I can't remove all of his suggestions,
but maybe I could plant something of my own.
Like a counter trigger?
Exactly.
I swear to God, this is the last time I'm doing this.
[fast-paced, thrilling music]
[Jenn] Rollins, it didn't work.
But I found out that Meade has a mentor named Xavier Sullivan.
[Wade] Okay.
[Jenn] Have you heard of "Project MKUltra"?
[Wade] Yeah, it was a CIA project in the '60s.
[Jenn] Well, Sullivan is a hypnotist. And the CIA had recruited him
to use hypnosis to plant false memories in people.
I'm on my way to see him.
[Wade] No, Jenn, that's not a good idea.
[Jenn] He might know something about Meade that can help us.
-[Wade] Just wait for me. -[Jenn] We don't have time.
[Wade] Jenn. Jenn!
[music turns suspenseful]
[music fades]
[doorbell rings]
[loud knocking on door]
[Jenn] Mr. Sullivan?
Hello?
[thud]
Anybody home?
Mr. Sullivan?
[menacing music]
[Jenn] Oh my God.
[Meade] It's uncanny, isn't it?
My wife was such a beautiful woman,
but then so are you, Jennifer.
-I don't understand. -Xavier was my father.
He left me this place when he died.
Jennifer.
-No, just wait. -Sleep.
[whoosh]
[thump]
-[phone buzzing] -[monitor beeping]
[phone buzzing]
It's Rollins.
[man] Hey, Rollins. I ran the prints from that spoon.
They belonged to a man named Julian Sullivan.
Info's in your inbox.
[soft brooding music]
[Jenn's voice] You reached Jenn Thompson. Leave a message.
Son of a bitch!
[light gasp]
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
[phone line trilling]
-[Wade groans] -[phone buzzing]
-[Wade] Jenn, where are you? -Rollins, it was Meade.
-His real name is Sullivan. -Jenn, tell me where you are.
He brought me back to his office.
-[Wade] But where is he? -Door is locked. I don't know!
I'm sending units now. Hey, taxi! [groans]
Move! Drive!
[thrilling music]
[door clicks open]
How are you feeling?
Jennifer, take a seat.
[thrilling music continues]
-[sirens wailing] -[tires screeching]
You know…
I'll never forget that first time I saw you.
-[siren wailing] -[engine roaring]
-Give me something. -[man] We've entered the building.
[Meade] You look like her,
walk like her,
you even smell like her.
There's nothing quite like a woman's scent.
The moment you catch it, it's just…
[gasps]
[quietly] Just like that.
Memories.
-[engine roaring] -[siren wailing]
Come on.
[tires screech]
[fast-paced, thrilling music continues]
[agent] On the floor. Approaching suite.
There were a few others,
and they seemed right at first,
but ultimately,
they just weren't meant to be.
We're at the door.
What are you waiting for? Get in!
[Meade] I mean, I see why now, though.
They were close.
But you're perfect.
Move, move!
-[engine roaring] -[siren wailing]
[sighs]
And now I have you all to myself.
[squad leader] On my count.
[Meade] Jennifer.
You can wake up now.
[thrilling music crescendos]
[music fades]
[Chopin's "Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2" plays on record player]
[shakily] Where am I?
You're home.
[loud bang]
-Sir, there's no one here. -What do you mean there's no one there?
The office is empty, sir.
[siren wailing]
He wanted her to call me.
Detective Wade Rollins to dispatch.
I need a residential address to one Xavier Sullivan.
-[dispatch] Copy that. -[tires screech]
[Chopin continues on record player]
[gulps] I can't move.
I know.
I'm not thrilled you started biting your nails again.
We'll have to work on that.
[gulps]
[quietly] I know this room.
I was hoping you'd recognize it.
They weren't dreams.
[eerie, ethereal music]
Oh, they were your memories with her.
Some of my favorites.
You put them in my head
because you're trying to replace her.
The power of hypnosis.
The memory, planted in the mind,
given the right amount of care and attention,
will blossom into a whole new reality.
A whole new life.
Make someone believe they're somewhere they're not or,
you know, paralyze from head to toe,
all with a simple suggestion.
My mentor taught me at--
-Oh my gosh, a very young age. -Your father?
Father, mentor. Interchangeable for a young boy. [chuckles]
You're insane.
[sniffles]
[Jenn gasps]
[panting]
[whispers] I am not insane.
-[siren wailing] -[engine roaring]
[quietly] We want the same thing.
We share wounds.
Your loss of Brian and your son Daniel.
My loss of Amy
and the life I thought we'd have together.
We will be that for each other.
Go like this.
-And now, for the grand finale. -[sniffles]
[quietly] Don't move.
[thrilling music]
-[siren wailing] -[engine roaring]
[thrilling music subsides]
[Meade] You don't happen to know today's date, do you?
Now you know why I waited.
Our anniversary.
I told you,
I'm a romantic. [laughs]
-[tranquil music] -[slow-paced clock ticking]
[softly] And there she is.
My beautiful bride.
You're perfect.
[soft brooding music]
[door closes loudly]
-[Jenn gasps] No. -Jennifer, don't let go.
[screams] Rollins!
[Wade] Jenn!
Rollins! Rollins, I'm in here.
-Where is he? -He went out the back.
-I'm trapped. You have to help me. -[Wade] The door is locked.
[metal clinks]
[Wade panting]
Jenn, listen to me.
I have to go find him. You're gonna be okay.
What? No, no, no! Rollins, no!
Please don't go! You can't go! Please don't go!
[suspenseful music]
[panting] Okay. Come on. Just focus. Focus.
[shuddered breathing]
[gasping]
[cries]
I'm okay. I'm okay. [panting]
[lights droning]
[suspenseful music builds]
[gunshots]
-[thud] -[gunshots]
[gasping]
[screams]
[Wade groans]
[both grunting and groaning]
[Jenn] Rollins!
[Wade] Jenn, the gun!
[Meade] Jennifer, sleep!
[whoosh]
[men grunting]
[Wade screaming]
[grunting continues]
[Meade growls]
[suspenseful music crescendos]
[gunshot]
[music fades]
[Wade] Jenn? Jenn?
It's Rollins. Wake up, Jenn.
-[Jenn gasps] -That's it, wake up. That's it. No.
-You're okay. -No.
-Where is he? Where is he? -He's gone.
-It's over. You're okay. -[Jenn panting]
I called in for backup. They'll be here shortly.
You're okay.
You're…
You're a good shot.
-Oh, sorry. -It's okay.
[Wade groans and winces]
-Here. -Thank you.
[groans] Here. Here.
You're gonna be fine.
I promise, my love.
[doctor] Jenn.
In the recording you played me,
Dr. Meade called you "my love."
[Meade] Thank you for being honest, my love.
If you are ever under a post-hypnotic suggestion
by Dr. Collin Meade, and he refers to you as "my love,"
you will ignore
every single trigger he put into your head.
And you will see the world around you
for what it truly is.
[thrilling music]
Meade?
-I'm not your love. -[groans]
-[Jenn] No! -No, no, no.
[Meade groans]
[whispering] Rollins.
Oh my God! Oh God.
Hey, hey! Wake up. Please wake up.
[panting]
-Come on. -[weakly] Ankle.
What?
Jennifer!
[Wade] Ankle.
[Meade] Come here!
[gunshot]
[wheezing]
[gunshot]
[groans]
Hey.
No, no, no! Hey, hey, hey! Hi.
Right here. Look at me, look at me.
Look at me, look at me. Yes.
Hi, hi! You're okay, you're okay.
-[weakly] You shot me. -[Jenn] I'm sorry.
Stay-- Yeah. Stay with me. Hi. You're okay. You're gonna be okay.
-[whispering] Stay with me, okay? -[sirens wailing]
[Jenn] I can hear them. I hear sirens. They are coming. It's okay.
You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
[dramatic music]
I think it's great. We present it to the team at Monday's meeting.
But I'm a huge fan.
Uh-huh. Great work, Tiff.
Yeah, I'll see you then.
I'm definitely moving. [chuckles]
You'll like the new place. You don't have to. I understand.
I know you're very particular about your things.
[monitor beeping]
[melancholic music]
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I left.
I'm sorry I didn't share my grief with you.
I'm sorry that I thought losing Daniel
was harder for me than it was for you.
And I know it's not my fault what happened to him.
No matter how much I wanna blame myself.
But it is my fault what happened to us.
And for that, I'm really, truly sorry.
The doctors say your tests are promising.
That's really good news.
And when you wake up, I'll be sitting right here.
[indistinct chatter]
[telephone ringing]
-My condolences on your promotion. -[chuckles]
I'm regretting it already.
I left you alone, but I did wanna say thank you
for everything.
I wasn't sure when I'd see you again, but…
I figured you'd come around eventually.
A token of my appreciation.
Take care of yourself, yeah?
[tranquil music]
[laughs]
Well played.
[thumping music]
[thumping music ends]
[gentle ethereal music playing]
[ethereal music fades into gentle percussive music]
[percussive music ends]
[eerie, pulsating music playing]